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Minor Tragedy

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

After all

no one was maimed

or tortured

or raped

or killed.

 

No one was

made homeless

without food

or shelter

or country.

 

No one was lost

forever

at sea.

 

On a human scale

it was a very

minor tragedy.

 

Just two lovers

two hearts

two minds

two bodies

two souls

once joined

coming adrift.

 

But it still

hurt like fuck.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Diego Dayer

 

 

 
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Posted by on October 16, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Carry Fire

 

You probably won’t have heard this one – I only discovered it yesterday – it is off a brand new album released a couple of days ago.

It is by the legendary Led Zeppelin frontman Robert Plant who has being making great music all his life – he is now 70. If you like music of quality, depth and variety you should listen to his solo work.

“Carry Fire’ is the title track off his latest album. The song (one of longing, pain and perhaps regret) is an intoxicating mix of rock and Middle Eastern influences (which I adore). His extremely talented band – which includes fiddle player extraordinare Seth Lakeman – produce a track of considerable musical beauty and intense, restrained energy.

I am currently playing this on repeat and becoming more intoxicated by its hyponotic power on every listen.

Oh, and the video is a delight too.

(This is another of my irregular posts about songs I like that you might not know)

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‘Carry Fire’ written by © Plant, Adams, Baggot, Fuller, Smith, Tyson and performed by Robert Plant and the Sensational Shape Shifters

This post © the author writing as Romantic Dominant

 

CARRY FIRE

I sit and wait for you
Like so many others do
Just like they do for me
Well so I do for you

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

I was a stranger there
Inside your promised land
That turned me inside out
And turned me upside down

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you
Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you

I’m reaching out for you
Across the broken gate
I feel the gathering years
Beyond these lonely wastes

I’d carry fire for you
Here in my naked hands
I’d bare my heart to you
If you will understand

Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you
Just like
Just like
Just like I scarred you

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2017 in Music

 

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She has it

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He adores women.

Their curves, their elegance, the softness of their silky skin. The way their bodies sway when they walk, Their sense of humour, their warmth, their generosity, their clear, incisive intelligence.

He adores their hair, their eloquent eyes, the hallowed velvet of their throat, the aching sensuality of their thighs.

He adores their femininity, their courage, their balance, their insanity. The way they talk so intimately amongst themselves.

He adores their resilience, their vulnerability. their anger, their passion, their truth and their lies.

He adores their motherhood, their sisterhood, their sainthood, He adores their independence, their sociability, their ability to survive.

He adores the fact that he finds them all so desperately, outrageously fucking sexy.

And yet there is something. Something that turns adoration into hungry desire.

Something intangible, wild, expressive, beautiful, endearing, submissive, strong and utterly mesmerizing that compels him. Something that captivates him completely.

She has it.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Francine van Hove

I originally posted this four years ago.  It is my hymn to women in general. Although when it was written it may well have been for one in particular. And who knows, it might even be for one now.

 
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Posted by on September 29, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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as Woman

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If I was a grand architect of design.

If I was the master of texture, colour, shape, style and beauty.

If I could mould and fashion and forge personality, intelligence, sensitivity, sensuality, generosity and strength.

If I possessed the perfect, potent power of pure magic

If I was a wild-eyed cosmic genius with a boundless, endless, limitless imagination.

If my creativity dwarfed and humbled every artist, scientist, writer, sculptor and mathematician who had ever graced the planet.

Even if I had dominion over all things

I still could never create a creature

as unique

and as extraordinary

as Woman.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Marcos Beccari

I first wrote and posted this a few years ago – and as every year passes, I believe it more.

 
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Posted by on September 18, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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The wonder of it

 

 

You can turn me round

whichever way

I am facing.

You can lift me up

to be high

when I am down.

You can make me see

and sense

and feel

the wonder

of it all.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Max Gasparini

 

 
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Posted by on September 10, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Mine

 

You know

you have

been mine

in a hundred

hidden pasts.

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You will

be mine

in countless futures

to come.

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You are mine

now.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Vicente Romero

 

 

 
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Posted by on August 25, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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Upon your throat

 

I adore

your neck

and shoulders

elegant

exquisite

eloquent

completely bare

save for the cascade

of your hair

and my kiss

upon your throat.

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© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Pasquale Picazio

 
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Posted by on July 28, 2017 in Poetry, Still Life

 

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